Week 3

[bathymetric]

Good morning, New Rapture. A new day is dawning.

It's a strange sort of feeling, waking up on Sunday. Not the least because, well... you fell asleep on Friday, didn't you? Whether you sleep or not, none of you remember Saturday. Everything, by all accounts, seems to be Sunday. Weird.

It's not all bizarre feelings of lost time that you have to show for your efforts, though - it seems that another wing of New Rapture is ready for you. Perhaps there's more information to be found about your situation there... and maybe more about the history of this place, if that interests you.

There are still 23 of you left... Keep getting to know them. There's regains to get, after all!




SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to the second week of Unknown Seas Round 3! Please make sure to mark any investigation toplevels accordingly, post your ac, and you can reach either Mayor Fontaine or Eleanor for conversations! ]

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ice cream parlor

[dullshooter]

[You'd think Misfire would love what he's seeing, but he almost looks disappointed.]

...What are you doing?

[pairtner]

Welcoming you to what organisms call 'the ice cream parlor'. It's a location of merriment, and as such, I act accordingly.

[Aiba seems in pretty good mood! Enough good mood to feel like fooling around, at least!]

[dullshooter]

[Ok, well that's utterly delightful.]

Alright, but you're going about it all wrong. There's an opportunity here, right in front of your eyes. You see, there's no people here. That means all social convention goes out the window.

[He wanders further into the parlor, resting his hand briefly on one of the tables.]

In short - [And he hops up on to it, extending a hand out to Aiba though there's no reason to.] - we dance on the tables.

[pairtner]

[Hah, even though she doesn't have to and isn't even tangible she still lays her hand on his, and gets on the table]

I did not expect the table to be able to endure under your weight!

[dullshooter]

...I hadn't considered that.

[He's used to his own tables. Also I, Jeff, had completely forgotten he weighs about the same as a goddamn car.]

But what's more exciting than dancing under a time limit?

[T-minus how long til it breaks.]

[pairtner]

I knew a few who would say doing it with an audience makes it more exciting.

[Although they probably would be more concerned the machine who weighs as much as a car will topple over onto them]

[dullshooter]

Audience and a time limit, that's the winning combination. Sadly, we've only got one of those right now.

[Maybe stamping and moving on the table will only send it further to its grave. But they don't have to do a trial if the furniture dies.]

But we do have the risk of bodily harm. Well, I do. You're good. You can experience my peril second hand.